I give you thanks my God

I give you thanks my God for having created me black,
For having made of me
The total of all sorrows,
And set upon my head the World.
I wear the livery of the centaur
And i carry the World since the first morning.

White is a colour improvised for an occasion Black, the colour of all days
And i carry the world since the first night.

I am happy
With the shape of my head
Fashioned to carry the World,
Satisfied with the shape of my nose,
Which should breathe all of the air of the World, happy with the form of my legs
Prepared to run through all the stages of the world.

I give you thanks my God, for having created me black,
For having made of me the total of all sorrows.
Thirty-six swords have pierced my heart.
Thirty-six brands have burned my body,
And my blood on all the calvaries has reddened the snow,

And my blood from all the east has reddened nature.
And yet i am
Happy to carry the World,
Content with my short arms,
With my long legs,
With the thickness of my lips.

I give thanks my God, for having created me black,
White is the colour for an occasion,
Black the colour of all days
And i carry the World since the morning of time.
And my laughter in the night brought forth day over the World.
I give thanks my God for having created me black.
Black is beauty.